[Johanna likes control, and sometimes she likes to be controlled--but more than anything she likes the loss of control, not in herself, but in others. The eager press of Kate against her, the grip of her hands and the heat of her voice, of the kiss that she presses to her mouth--sloppy, hungry, so eager that Johanna barely has time to breathe, but she doesn't care. She returns the kiss in full force, her neck twisted, one arm bent back to hold to Kate, a grip in her hair that twists, too.
And when they draw apart, she can't help it--she gasps, first, sucks in a breath, and then she laughs, lazy and pleased.]
Today.
[More of a challenge than a question, and before Kate has time to take it back, or rethink it, she moves right on, her gaze colored dark and her voice rough with desire--]
no subject
And when they draw apart, she can't help it--she gasps, first, sucks in a breath, and then she laughs, lazy and pleased.]
Today.
[More of a challenge than a question, and before Kate has time to take it back, or rethink it, she moves right on, her gaze colored dark and her voice rough with desire--]
Then get in front of me. Come here.